fredag 31 juli 2015

Too idyllic

After I got home from work today I decided to go see if the blueberries were ripe yet, so I took my bike out into the forest.

They were! I picked until the mosquitos were getting too obnoxious, which wasn't very long, so I'll have to go back for more some other time. I found lingonberries as well, but they won't be done for a while yet.

I went down to the lake and made myself a little nest on the little pier and stayed there until it got too cold. With the sun and the light wind and the quiet it was so idyllic I could puke. So beautiful. Overall a very good Friday night.

måndag 27 juli 2015

Home inspiration: gray.

Generally speaking, I completely love my flat. If I'm going to be picky, though, I'm not too happy about the wallpaper in my living room. I got to choose it from a catalogue when I moved in, but as the selection was quite limited it ended up being the lesser of two evils, really. It's completely fine, and it looks good, but the colour and the pattern is really not my style at all.

Right now, I'm really itching to just slap some paint all over the walls. It won't be for another few months at least, but that's not stopping me from spending hours on Pinterest looking for inspiration.

You might get the idea that I like gray. Well, you're right. I freaking love it. I think it feels warm and safe and cosy, and I think it's what my living room needs to really feel my own.

You can find links to all pictures here.


lördag 25 juli 2015

Life's too short not to watch bad movies

There's an episode of Friends, in which Monica's credit card details are stolen, but when she finds the woman to confront her, she becomes mesmerised by her energy and lust for life and ends up befriending her instead.

The woman (Fake Monica) claims she changed when she saw Dead Poets' Society, which she hated so much she thought she had completely wasted those two hours of her life. She realised she had to try everything she wanted to do before she died, because life was just too short not to.

It seems life is full of similar statements and motivational speeches. "Life's too short to work a job you hate." "Want to learn how to sing? Start now! Life's too short." "Life's too short, don't put things off." "Life's too short."

While all things above are true, you won't learn to sing if you put it off forever, being constantly reminded of all the things I would like to do, and how hurried I am supposed to be to achieve them, stresses me out beyond reason. Just typing this, my pulse is raising. Being told how short life is does not help me in any way. I've actually found myself much more helped by the fact that:

I have time.

I'm 22 years old. I'm probably gonna have at least another 58 years left (knock on wood). I have time.

Yes, sure, I might die considerably earlier than that. I might also live well beyond 80. I don't know. One thing I do know, however, is that being constantly worried that I might not have enough time and wanting to get everything done NOW does not make me happier during the time I have.

I'd rather slow things down and be able to both enjoy the time I have right now as well as look forward to things I am going to do in the future.

Beacuse I'm pretty sure I am going to do most of the things I want to do in life. Just not right now, because now is not the time for most of them. Right now, I simply have enough on my plate as it is. Then again, I might not be able to do everything, but I'm sort of fine with that, as long as it means I get to sit down, relax and watch a bad movie from time to time.

Life's just too short not to.


tisdag 21 juli 2015

Kalmar Castle

After work on Sunday i dragged my somewhat reluctant sister along with me to the castle in Kalmar. I hadn't been inside the castle since middle school, so I thought it was time for another visit. I really like the castle. If nothing else, then to brush up on my history knowledge (I had forgotten what the war between Sweden and Denmark was about even though it seems that was all we talked about in history class in school).

Before we went in we ate in the café. There is actually a caesar salad underneath the parmesan.

Replica of Gustav Vasa's cape. Apparantely they still have the original somewhere.

A map of Middle Ea... sorry, Scandinavia in the 16th century.

I would really like to know where all these tiny doors lead to.

They had an exhibition of photos from National Geographic. It was fantastic.

There was also an exhibition with Inngrid Vang Nyman's illustrations. Here are some originals for the Pippi Longstocking books.

We ended up really enjoying ourselves. Yay to being tourists where you live!


söndag 19 juli 2015

Life update list

Where are you now?
I'm at home. I just got home from an excursion to Kalmar Slott (castle) with my sister, which I'll tell you more about in a coming post.

How are you doing?
I'm quite good. Last night I finally managed to get enough sleep after almost literally collapsing at my parents' house. Other than that I'm starting to get really nervous and excited about moving to England. Only eight weeks left!

What was the last thing you ate?
I ate a Caesar salad at the castle café. It had more parmesan on it than I've ever seen.

What did you do yesterday?
I was at work, and then I went over to my parents' to have a barbeque. I had to go home quite early though because I was just so freaking tired. After that I spent a couple of hours on my balcony just breathing and watching people pass by on the street.

What are you going to do today?
I think I need to go to the supermarket and sort out the food for the coming week. Other than that I'm just going to bed.

What are you going to do this weekend?
Well, this weekend is just coming to an end, but next weekend I'm going to spend some time with my best friend and other lovely people at a big barn party. It sounds weird, but I'll show you some pictures from it later.

What was the last thing you bought?
This blue rug for my balcony. It's from Hemtex.

When will you be travelling next?
I think the next time will actually be when I'll be hauling all my stuff across the water to England. First stop will be Swindon and #gorgeouslygreengathering!

What is the best thing about this week?
That I, although working all seven days, was able to get a lot of things done at home. Oh, and that I've got two cats at home right now! I'm cat-sitting for my friends.

Which tv-show did you last watch?
I'm watching Peep Show right now. I'm currently at series 7 and I like it a lot!

What do you look like right now?
Hunched over, probably. (Need to work on my posture.)

I found this list at Emmy's blog Funny thing: I've been reading her blog on and off for a good while and I only this week found out that she is a friend of mine's sister.


fredag 3 juli 2015

On asking for permission.

I love writing. I really do. I wrote a lot of stories for fun when I was a kid, but somewhere along the line I lost touch with writing just for my own sake, and during the last years I’ve only written things I’d had to write for school or university.

Only recently I have actually started writing things in my free time as well. I don’t know why I suddenly started again, but I just really felt the need and urge to put down things I was thinking about on paper or screen. It usually ends up not coming to anything though, and I have a folder on my computer full of half-finished texts, and pages in my notepad are taken up by lines of words or ideas that I was going to develop, but never did.

I think the problem is that no one has asked me to write. See, when I write assignments or essays someone has told me to write them and therefore they have a purpose. I know someone wants to read them and I am not writing entirely for myself. Whereas coming up with my own ideas, executing them and then posting somewhere for people to read feels in some way self indulgent and attention seeking.

Noone has asked me to write, so why would anyone want to read it? I feel like I need permission from someone to write down what’s on my mind.

But you know what? Screw that, because in fact I AM attention seeking. I want people to read what I write and I want to develop. I would love to make a living from writing, in whatever capacity that may be, and if I want that to happen I need to get started. Or in the words of Shia LaBeouf:

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